Call Of Hunt

Chapter 6: I Saw A Dog

I stared at the person disturbing my nap and lazily rested my chin on my hand, I first noticed his hair, it was light brown, messy, and puffy. Then my eyes drifted to his blue eyes, they reminded me of the sky in a calm sea. "I'm sorry, I didn't know someone was here," He said.

I snapped back to reality. "Don't sweat it," I yawn and shut my eyes burying my face in my arms. "You could stay, just out of my sight." I didn't hear an answer from him which I was thankful. I don't want to strike up a conversation.

I felt him going to the other side of the tree shortly hearing papers being flipped.

We stayed this way for a couple of minutes, no one was uttering anything only minding our own business. Despite my desire to sleep, I can hear his breathing, I am bothered by his presence - I am curious about the book he is reading.

"What's that?" I sneaked behind him and took a seat beside him. Confirmed, indeed I am bothered by his presence.

"Uhm, a book?" He said in question.

"No shit." I blatantly said with a straight face. Do I look like someone who doesn't know what a book is?

I took a glance at the page he's currently reading, it's written about DMOs. There are labels on body parts that have a terrifyingly accurate gruesome image attached to them.

I bet if I show them to Olivia she would throw up on the spot. I laugh at my idea. That would be fun to watch. "It's a book about DMOs, I'm reading this for our next class," I didn't ask.

"It says here that Lynxes are the lowest rank of the DMOs." He points to the image of a human, it's not a human though.

They're dead moving objects hence their name DMOs, their primary diet is alive food, the reason why they haunt us. It's covered in blood and bite marks, its eyes have turned grey, and its clothes in tattered.

"They are the regular undead wandering outside the communities," I remarked and continued to listen to my music as well as to him.

"That's right. Comparing them to chess pieces they're just pawns." I heard some tales about Abel regarding his battle experience when I was still a kid, in every fight there's always a hoard of Lynxes they fight against, a hoard that rises on the number population of 400. 

One community struggles hard to even reach that number, and these things done it in one bite.

Despite being regular undead, they are deadly when in a group, especially the big ones.

He also mentions about mutated DMOs.

"They are two kinds of mutated DMOs that the Combatants find difficult to battle with." He flipped to another page, it's a DMOs standing on all four limbs like a dog. "The Beta," he flipped to another page again. "and the Alpha." A humanoid DMO. "It says here that Alphas are rare and more difficult to fight as they have consciousness. Thanks to that there are so few studies about them." Sarcasm is vivid in his tone.

"Won't it be great if we don't have to always face them?" 

"To study them we need to face them." His face was stern and his voice spoke soft yet serious. "If we want to learn about the enemy, we must approach them close."

I like this kid. Speaking those words without a hint of fear. 

But that might change once the enemy stands in front of us.

"They are the humans that are infected by the virus from the generation of survivors, the things they wanted to be cured turn out a major failure creating some mutations in the era of first generation." He continuously speaks. Seeing how timid and soft-spoken he is, I never thought of him as a chatty one.